[...oh, that's right. He was dirty. He doesn't really piece it together in the moment that it wasn't the most polite thing to do—typical Gilgamesh—but it was also necessary for the both of them. They still had to haul all those supplies back down, and that would require a degree of strength that at least one of them was lacking prior to the transfer.

Gilgamesh gets up of his volition now and picks at his poor ruined outfit. At least he had a seamstress on hand to sew it all back together, but for now he's just going to look like one big mess. Was he feeling better, then?]

As well as I could ever be.

[He doesn't really care about you either beyond a quick wed and bed, Saber, fancy that. But there's some gratitude as he eyes her more steadily.]

I do not suppose it was explained to you quite yet, the nature of our existence here. How quickly we tire, and how to remedy it.

[If she won't hear it, he won't bother. But in exchange for her assistance, he's willing to let certain secrets go.]